The Myth of Sisyphus
Again I roll the rock up the hill It's completely against my will Every day is Groundhog day Be it July December or May I am an eternal prisoner Punished for being a cheater I deceived the gods twice The third time they trapped me like a mice My prison is very beautiful Large lakes and trees bountiful Sun, moon and a hill And I never have to pay a bill I can't enjoy any of these They have locked me and threw the keys I don't wake up as I never sleep I can't laugh and I can't weep My only friend is this spherical rock It laughs at me and mocks I am bound to it by destiny I am also its only casualty I start at the bottom, pushing upwards I try not to look backward And as I reach near the peak The bottom the rock seeks I run after it to pull it back But if I try my ribs crack Down it goes the hill With no one in its path to kill Again I have to roll the rock up the hill My life got no chill There is no time in this place So horrible is my case I tried hard to escape O...